The hardest part about waiting around, is the not doing something to make your situation worse part. Like say making a deal with a god to get you out of there for some servitude. You think it'll be a short time, forgetting gods have no concept of time, and such you are now in service for most of your natural born life. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"I'm just saying I jumped dimensions once."
"No this is a bad plan, worse than the previous two which were 'let me just imagine us back on the ship, I might be able to reach it' and 'if it gets too cold I'm cutting you open to be warm in your insides'" Rolando sighed.
"Those were good plans, this is a good plan."
"Then you do it and see what happens, if it works I'll do it." Rolando shook his head.
"No no we do this together."
"What that means is you want someone else to die with you should your brilliant plan fail, so no to that."
"When we die..."
"We're not going to die good gods you big baby, I contacted my government before we crash landed, they'll be here soon enough to separate me from you and end this suffering."
"Why didn't you tell..."
"Because if I did I figured you'd think this was all some scheme to kidnap you when that is not the case, but based on your previous behavior I figured this was the safest bet." Neither of them talked for a bit, they sat and stared at the desert landscape in front of them.
"I wouldn't have..."
"SHUT UP!" Blue walked off and Rolando wondered if someone was actually coming, or if it was bullshit she said to make him feel better. He didn't feel better, not until help arrived one day later.
Tuesday, January 31, 2017
Monday, January 30, 2017
Feelings Slightly Hurt
Asking the Gods for help is a lot like asking a windstorm to help move a tree. Sure it might actually happen, but its not like the windstorm gave a shit about either outcome. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"Is that all?" Hanlon had us in a corporate office, he was reviewing some actual paper documents and I had to think this was all just some kind of screw you to me. He wasn't actually reviewing anything, he was just pretending like he was so I was intruding on his whatever he does with his time, time.
"Ancient prisoners escape, to be hunted down by a person who might also be a prisoner, aided by my suddenly more sentient AI fleet and you ask is that all?"
"Seems like a normal day for you, if not for something stupid or dangerous happening what ever would you do with your life?" Hanlon finished the papers and stared at me.
"Aren't you wo..."
"No I worry no more, I figure if there is something dangerous you will idiotically bludgeon your way into it and then manage to find a way out, if you fail at that, well than I might get worried, or I might not, all I know Trezlan is that I'm done helping you for now, you offer me nothing." With that he deposited me back on shira's ship. I was still kind of surprised how he treated me when I felt an extremely hot hand on my back.
"Hanlon has become so boring after he almost got killed." The Fire God sounded different.
"Ruder."
"Less adventurous, me? I feel freer, more alive, why sit on your throne of fire when you can make the universe your throne of fire." That sounded terrifying in a way I didn't want to say while she was standing next to me.
"So I take it..."
"I'm aware of your prisoner dilemna? Yes those little upstarts have already been causing merry war all over since they escaped. But I am confused why you seemingly feel you want to talk to them rather than just destroy them? I suppose you haven't met them yet, maybe you should do that, then you'll feel differently."
"What does that..." But she was gone, only a lingering warm feeling on my back is what remained. I reminded myself the gods were cruel creatures who seemed to enjoy screwing around more than actually helping. Even knowing that, I felt personally like they were now just messing with me for years of my dicking around with them. Which was fair, but still hurt my feelings.
"Is that all?" Hanlon had us in a corporate office, he was reviewing some actual paper documents and I had to think this was all just some kind of screw you to me. He wasn't actually reviewing anything, he was just pretending like he was so I was intruding on his whatever he does with his time, time.
"Ancient prisoners escape, to be hunted down by a person who might also be a prisoner, aided by my suddenly more sentient AI fleet and you ask is that all?"
"Seems like a normal day for you, if not for something stupid or dangerous happening what ever would you do with your life?" Hanlon finished the papers and stared at me.
"Aren't you wo..."
"No I worry no more, I figure if there is something dangerous you will idiotically bludgeon your way into it and then manage to find a way out, if you fail at that, well than I might get worried, or I might not, all I know Trezlan is that I'm done helping you for now, you offer me nothing." With that he deposited me back on shira's ship. I was still kind of surprised how he treated me when I felt an extremely hot hand on my back.
"Hanlon has become so boring after he almost got killed." The Fire God sounded different.
"Ruder."
"Less adventurous, me? I feel freer, more alive, why sit on your throne of fire when you can make the universe your throne of fire." That sounded terrifying in a way I didn't want to say while she was standing next to me.
"So I take it..."
"I'm aware of your prisoner dilemna? Yes those little upstarts have already been causing merry war all over since they escaped. But I am confused why you seemingly feel you want to talk to them rather than just destroy them? I suppose you haven't met them yet, maybe you should do that, then you'll feel differently."
"What does that..." But she was gone, only a lingering warm feeling on my back is what remained. I reminded myself the gods were cruel creatures who seemed to enjoy screwing around more than actually helping. Even knowing that, I felt personally like they were now just messing with me for years of my dicking around with them. Which was fair, but still hurt my feelings.
Friday, January 27, 2017
An Interesting Definition of Sucess
People always expect to succeed. No one ever takes on a task expecting to fail aside from any sports team I tend to cheer for. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"I'm still lost as to why this was necessary." Rolando and Blue had wound up crashed on a planet. Only them though, the rest of the commercial liner had survived and would eventually reach its destination. Rolando was still at a loss as to why they had to abandon ship.
"The cockpit was compromised, we couldn't get free and save the ship."
"I could have shifted."
"We needed to remain to ensure things went properly, trust me commander we did the right thing." Rolando looked at the desolate waste they had landed on and already felt a tremor of fear from the last time he was stranded.
"The right thing sure feels stupid."
"You worry too much commander." Rolando didn't think that was true, but since Blue was more than willing to not worry he tried to let it not bother him.
"Tell me that in a month."
"We won't be here a month."
"Yeah we'll probably be dead well before then." Rolando walked off to blue shouting something. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually missed the boredom.
*****
Hey its me the author, the real one, not the fake on that Trezlan claims to be. Ok before I start getting into I'm mentally ill territory. Just wanted you to know I have a new project. It'll run every friday starting today.
http://exterminatorsassistant.blogspot.com/
Its not set in the trezlan universe or any game universe or anything. I don't want to spoil anything, but I hope you're willing to give the new blog a chance, you just might like it. Or not. But thank you for your time!
"I'm still lost as to why this was necessary." Rolando and Blue had wound up crashed on a planet. Only them though, the rest of the commercial liner had survived and would eventually reach its destination. Rolando was still at a loss as to why they had to abandon ship.
"The cockpit was compromised, we couldn't get free and save the ship."
"I could have shifted."
"We needed to remain to ensure things went properly, trust me commander we did the right thing." Rolando looked at the desolate waste they had landed on and already felt a tremor of fear from the last time he was stranded.
"The right thing sure feels stupid."
"You worry too much commander." Rolando didn't think that was true, but since Blue was more than willing to not worry he tried to let it not bother him.
"Tell me that in a month."
"We won't be here a month."
"Yeah we'll probably be dead well before then." Rolando walked off to blue shouting something. He didn't want to admit it, but he actually missed the boredom.
*****
Hey its me the author, the real one, not the fake on that Trezlan claims to be. Ok before I start getting into I'm mentally ill territory. Just wanted you to know I have a new project. It'll run every friday starting today.
http://exterminatorsassistant.blogspot.com/
Its not set in the trezlan universe or any game universe or anything. I don't want to spoil anything, but I hope you're willing to give the new blog a chance, you just might like it. Or not. But thank you for your time!
Thursday, January 26, 2017
Morality, A Personal Failing
There are times I think if I was just less of a human being I could do some really awful things. Now of course someone would point out all the awful things I've already done, and to that I say "And this is with me being restrained" let that one sink in for a moment. - Chronicles of Lorentino
Riklish was his name. Well that's what his name was in our language. My red skinned associate had finally grasped enough of our language to speak fluently enough. I was kind of surprised how quick he was to take on the language, but he claimed while confusing at first, it was very simplistic, and that if I wanted a real language to cry about try speaking a robotic language only in beeps. Shira laughed at that, but I was not amused.
"Kill them, no quarter." We were discussing what to do with the prisoners. Riklish had a specific idea in place he was to put it mildly inflexible on.
"We don't even know these creatures." I was being the voice of reason, it hurt me.
"I'm with Riklish, they were imprisoned for a reason." I was afraid how quickly Shira was to side with Riklish when she warned me I was too quick to trust. What if he was a genocidal crazy person and we were helping him in his final scheme? I dunno I worried we didn't have all the variables.
"I'm just not comfortable with all of this."
"Then don't be involved Trezlan, Riklish and I will strategize. You can sit back and do nothing, its what you are good at." Shira went straight for the hurtful comments and I stomped off. I couldn't imagine that my morality was being considered a liability. How? HOW COULD THAT BE!? But I also couldn't just let my ai and this strange red man conspire to committ genocide. There had to be another way, and so I sought it out. With bad magics, because what am I, if not an idiot.
Riklish was his name. Well that's what his name was in our language. My red skinned associate had finally grasped enough of our language to speak fluently enough. I was kind of surprised how quick he was to take on the language, but he claimed while confusing at first, it was very simplistic, and that if I wanted a real language to cry about try speaking a robotic language only in beeps. Shira laughed at that, but I was not amused.
"Kill them, no quarter." We were discussing what to do with the prisoners. Riklish had a specific idea in place he was to put it mildly inflexible on.
"We don't even know these creatures." I was being the voice of reason, it hurt me.
"I'm with Riklish, they were imprisoned for a reason." I was afraid how quickly Shira was to side with Riklish when she warned me I was too quick to trust. What if he was a genocidal crazy person and we were helping him in his final scheme? I dunno I worried we didn't have all the variables.
"I'm just not comfortable with all of this."
"Then don't be involved Trezlan, Riklish and I will strategize. You can sit back and do nothing, its what you are good at." Shira went straight for the hurtful comments and I stomped off. I couldn't imagine that my morality was being considered a liability. How? HOW COULD THAT BE!? But I also couldn't just let my ai and this strange red man conspire to committ genocide. There had to be another way, and so I sought it out. With bad magics, because what am I, if not an idiot.
Wednesday, January 25, 2017
It's Been A While, Don't Worry
People commonly refer to riding a bike when it comes to something you never forget, for me its always been taking a life. Which again probably speaks more of me then I want it to. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"Bad news or Good news?" The Blue lady had been a proficient murderer, Rolando still hadn't heard her name yet. So her referred to her as blue, every time he saw her get a murderous look in her no eyes, but she hadn't corrected him. She had just been in the cabin of the ship, Rolando didn't like the idea there was bad or good news from up front.
"Good, and if you could forget you had bad news."
"No, the pilots are dead."
"How is that good news?"
"No one wants the good news first, no one, but I have good news I can pilot the ship." Rolando sighed in relief.
"Well that's..."
"When they killed the pilots the course has been locked into a planet we're entering its gravity well."
"That's two bad for no good, what are you doing back here talking to me? Pilot the damned ship."
"I was hoping you could co pil..."
"Oh for the love of the gods." Rolando rushed with Blue towards the front. His infiltration training went over piloting, but the commercial vessel seemed distinctly aged in a way that made remembering those controls almost impossible.
"So..."
"All the controls are really old."
"Right? I thought because of the different species and stuff."
"We're fucked right?"
"Super."
"Bad news or Good news?" The Blue lady had been a proficient murderer, Rolando still hadn't heard her name yet. So her referred to her as blue, every time he saw her get a murderous look in her no eyes, but she hadn't corrected him. She had just been in the cabin of the ship, Rolando didn't like the idea there was bad or good news from up front.
"Good, and if you could forget you had bad news."
"No, the pilots are dead."
"How is that good news?"
"No one wants the good news first, no one, but I have good news I can pilot the ship." Rolando sighed in relief.
"Well that's..."
"When they killed the pilots the course has been locked into a planet we're entering its gravity well."
"That's two bad for no good, what are you doing back here talking to me? Pilot the damned ship."
"I was hoping you could co pil..."
"Oh for the love of the gods." Rolando rushed with Blue towards the front. His infiltration training went over piloting, but the commercial vessel seemed distinctly aged in a way that made remembering those controls almost impossible.
"So..."
"All the controls are really old."
"Right? I thought because of the different species and stuff."
"We're fucked right?"
"Super."
Tuesday, January 24, 2017
Ok So You're Saying This Was Really Bad? It doesn't Sound Bad
When people tell me something is really terrible my first instinct is to not trust them. If only because I personally am the arbiter of things really awful, so unless I agree its terrible its not. - Chronicles of Lorentino
Containment had failed. Apparently there was some kind of space port we weren't aware of (seems stupid to do, but welcome to how things go at times). So the prisoners who could figure out how to fly ships had done so. Now thankfully most of those ships were poorly maintained so upon attempting to take off they exploded not too long after, but still more than I'd like had escaped. A fact that my red skinned new friend did not think was good for the galaxy. Or maybe it was? I dunno his diction was all wrong, so it was hard to hear what he actually thought other than the open weeping (never a good sign).
Shira and the fleet arrived to support. They had not shot the prisoner ships down because we hadn't gotten word for them to do so either (we discovered despite the energy shield being down, there was still communication jamming equipment that still worked). I was mostly sad that the prison complex had to be destroyed (to prevent other escapes, whatever was left behind). I'm always sad when lore of any kind is destroyed though. The red skinned man was more ok with it, and since he was the last of his species I accepted it.
"What will you do now?"
"I'm their keeper, I must keep them."
"We can give you a ship and some supplies." He seemed to be lost in thought as he watched my fleet destroy the last home he'd ever had.
"Need more, I'll need you." I was a bit taken back by that.
"Why me?"
"Necromancer," He chewed on the word for a bit, "One who deals in death, what got away is on par with your power, I'll need you to deal with them, also it was your fault they got out." The last bit stuck me a bit, but you know.
"I can only help you so far." He smiled.
"Sure you can't." And then walked off leaving me all alone with the thought of having to hunt down prisoners that weren't my fault.
"He seems nice." Shira approached and I scowled.
"He told me I have to help him with retrieving the lost."
"You should its the right thing to do."
"Why am I doing it then?"
"Maybe its time for a new leaf Trezlan, hundreds of years of being a dick hasn't worked out very well for you." I was fuming, because Shira was right, but I couldn't exactly say that. So instead I just kicked at nothing and went to my own quarters. Damnable machines.
Containment had failed. Apparently there was some kind of space port we weren't aware of (seems stupid to do, but welcome to how things go at times). So the prisoners who could figure out how to fly ships had done so. Now thankfully most of those ships were poorly maintained so upon attempting to take off they exploded not too long after, but still more than I'd like had escaped. A fact that my red skinned new friend did not think was good for the galaxy. Or maybe it was? I dunno his diction was all wrong, so it was hard to hear what he actually thought other than the open weeping (never a good sign).
Shira and the fleet arrived to support. They had not shot the prisoner ships down because we hadn't gotten word for them to do so either (we discovered despite the energy shield being down, there was still communication jamming equipment that still worked). I was mostly sad that the prison complex had to be destroyed (to prevent other escapes, whatever was left behind). I'm always sad when lore of any kind is destroyed though. The red skinned man was more ok with it, and since he was the last of his species I accepted it.
"What will you do now?"
"I'm their keeper, I must keep them."
"We can give you a ship and some supplies." He seemed to be lost in thought as he watched my fleet destroy the last home he'd ever had.
"Need more, I'll need you." I was a bit taken back by that.
"Why me?"
"Necromancer," He chewed on the word for a bit, "One who deals in death, what got away is on par with your power, I'll need you to deal with them, also it was your fault they got out." The last bit stuck me a bit, but you know.
"I can only help you so far." He smiled.
"Sure you can't." And then walked off leaving me all alone with the thought of having to hunt down prisoners that weren't my fault.
"He seems nice." Shira approached and I scowled.
"He told me I have to help him with retrieving the lost."
"You should its the right thing to do."
"Why am I doing it then?"
"Maybe its time for a new leaf Trezlan, hundreds of years of being a dick hasn't worked out very well for you." I was fuming, because Shira was right, but I couldn't exactly say that. So instead I just kicked at nothing and went to my own quarters. Damnable machines.
Monday, January 23, 2017
You Looked Fine, You Big Baby
Allies are like any relationship, there is a feeling out period, there is a you don't listen to me period, and then there is a god why don't you die period. I admit my relationships might slightly be bad for this metaphor. - Chronicles of Lorentino
Why are there space pirates? Rolando thought long and hard about it as the group of armed smelly invaded the transport. Rolando had no weapons available other than his bone knife and his shifting, which would be more than enough, but something stopped him. He recalled his father once doing something similar when confronted by a dangerous, but not that dangerous opponent. His father held back, not wanting to just burn him down, he would admit to Rolando sometimes he lets people prove how stupid they are before showing them they were. Rolando felt the same here, he was just confused about space pirates.
He'd heard the reports. Every RiG had been informed the Rim had them, but he had never personally run across them before. It was fascinating. The blue skinned woman seemed equally uninterested in getting involved, though Rolando figured that might have been because she was not a shifter as he was. A safe assumption to him as he was the only shifter who wasn't crazy or dead that he knew. Then again she was a completely different species, maybe they were all shifters.
"Valuables all in front of you or you die." The lead pirate seemed to take the title really seriously, he looked like bathing was something he'd heard about, but never taken part of. His weapon was quite shiny though, Rolando noted for all the lack of maintenance on their person, the pirates all had well maintained gear. They knew which part did most of the killing. Rolando threw his bone knife on to the table, he didn't have anything else valuable. The blue woman added nothing. When one of the pirates walked by to collect he gave both of them a death glare.
"Valuables." He was even more mush mouthed than his leader.
"That is valuable to me anyway."
"Yeah I don't have anything I was put on this transport as a way to be rid of me." The pirate smiled showing he was missing half his teeth on the upper part and the majority of his lower teeth were getting that way as well.
"Captain we have some examples over here." The captain stomped over looked at the table and Rolando and the woman in blue and smiled, most of his teeth were metal.
"Glad you both volunteered to show the rest why they should pay us, up!"
"Sorry never been much for following orders." Rolando smiled at the woman in blue's stance.
"Me either, got me in trouble in the service."
"Stand up before I bu..." Rolando shifted and snagged the knife out of the one pirates hand and embedded it into the Captains neck. Who turned around and landed a solid right on Rolando. His neck exposed to show he was more metal than man there. The captain smiled and fired on Rolando, but Rolando had already shifted, so the blast hit the other pirate. Rolando removed the knife and tried again, but found more metal. The captain landed another blow on Rolando this time with the butt of his gun, which stunned Rolando enough to shoot him. Before he could do that though his whole body seized up and crashed into the ground a large electrified blade sticking out of his back. The lady in blue behind him, her dignified coat discarded and a combat vest slotted with several knives on display.
"Thanks for helping right before he killed me."
"You're still alive commander, and he is not."
"What is going on over there?" The shout from one of the other pirates broke up the pause in action. Rolando smiled as he took up his own bone knife again hoping the rest of the pirates weren't in cased in metal.
Why are there space pirates? Rolando thought long and hard about it as the group of armed smelly invaded the transport. Rolando had no weapons available other than his bone knife and his shifting, which would be more than enough, but something stopped him. He recalled his father once doing something similar when confronted by a dangerous, but not that dangerous opponent. His father held back, not wanting to just burn him down, he would admit to Rolando sometimes he lets people prove how stupid they are before showing them they were. Rolando felt the same here, he was just confused about space pirates.
He'd heard the reports. Every RiG had been informed the Rim had them, but he had never personally run across them before. It was fascinating. The blue skinned woman seemed equally uninterested in getting involved, though Rolando figured that might have been because she was not a shifter as he was. A safe assumption to him as he was the only shifter who wasn't crazy or dead that he knew. Then again she was a completely different species, maybe they were all shifters.
"Valuables all in front of you or you die." The lead pirate seemed to take the title really seriously, he looked like bathing was something he'd heard about, but never taken part of. His weapon was quite shiny though, Rolando noted for all the lack of maintenance on their person, the pirates all had well maintained gear. They knew which part did most of the killing. Rolando threw his bone knife on to the table, he didn't have anything else valuable. The blue woman added nothing. When one of the pirates walked by to collect he gave both of them a death glare.
"Valuables." He was even more mush mouthed than his leader.
"That is valuable to me anyway."
"Yeah I don't have anything I was put on this transport as a way to be rid of me." The pirate smiled showing he was missing half his teeth on the upper part and the majority of his lower teeth were getting that way as well.
"Captain we have some examples over here." The captain stomped over looked at the table and Rolando and the woman in blue and smiled, most of his teeth were metal.
"Glad you both volunteered to show the rest why they should pay us, up!"
"Sorry never been much for following orders." Rolando smiled at the woman in blue's stance.
"Me either, got me in trouble in the service."
"Stand up before I bu..." Rolando shifted and snagged the knife out of the one pirates hand and embedded it into the Captains neck. Who turned around and landed a solid right on Rolando. His neck exposed to show he was more metal than man there. The captain smiled and fired on Rolando, but Rolando had already shifted, so the blast hit the other pirate. Rolando removed the knife and tried again, but found more metal. The captain landed another blow on Rolando this time with the butt of his gun, which stunned Rolando enough to shoot him. Before he could do that though his whole body seized up and crashed into the ground a large electrified blade sticking out of his back. The lady in blue behind him, her dignified coat discarded and a combat vest slotted with several knives on display.
"Thanks for helping right before he killed me."
"You're still alive commander, and he is not."
"What is going on over there?" The shout from one of the other pirates broke up the pause in action. Rolando smiled as he took up his own bone knife again hoping the rest of the pirates weren't in cased in metal.
Friday, January 20, 2017
Your Have A Limited View
The Universe is Huge, and in it are all sorts of people. We tend to think of ourselves as the dominant species, but I've seen others, and not just dead ones. Some of them very much Alive and not too happy about our galactic aspirations. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"Being in charge sucks." It was the paramount thought Rolando had in his head. Lorzine had told him before rank didn't matter, in black ops everyone was an anything. But that was apparently all bullshit now since Rolando had been given command of recruiting new none insane people to the unit because of his rank "Think of it as a learning experience". Lorzine's words did not make all the space travel and meeting very capable and very boring people any easier to swallow.
"Seat taken?" Rolando hardly looked up from his data screen to notice the woman who wanted to sit next to him. He was in the common area of the commercial flight, the RiG's didn't normally travel this far into space and so he had to take what he could get.
"No, but if you're looking for conversation."
"Then I won't find it with you Commander, I'm aware." He was taken a back at first, but he had already shouted at one of the servants earlier after she kept insisting he have breakfast.
"Then by all means have a seat." Commerical space flight was terrible. Too many stops, not enough creature comforts, and above it all bored people looking to kill the time. Rolando's problem wasn't the time, it was trying to find a squad of people without an issue with killing, but also not mentally damaged. Rolando also amused himself wondering if he was in the best mental space to hire anyone considering his own mental history, but he got the feeling that was factored in to the job.
"I do find myself wondering why a RiG is on a commercial flight." It had been an hour since she sat down, Rolando could feel fatigue in his eyes, so he decided to humor her. He was surprised when he looked from his data to see she was blue and her eyes lacked a pupil or at least one he could see. He could tell he hadn't exactly hidden his reaction because of the way she chuckled.
"Sorry for staring."
"Not like I could see it anyway."
"You're blind?"
"No, but RiG's always are so gullible when dealing with alien species, you people join the galaxy and then pretend you own it." She was wearing a uniform of sorts, Rolando assumed some kind of diplomat from her way of talking, higher more dignified than what he assumed was his low way of talking.
"Sorry for my culture."
"No need to apologize Commander Lorentino." She had gotten closer to him, and he became aware he bore no name tag, and outside of the ticket taker he hadn't said his name anywhere.
"How did you know..."
"We know a lot about you Commander, but the most important thing we know about you, is that you're looking for new people, we can assist."
"Who's we exactly?"
"We'll get to that, in time." Rolando didn't exactly like the implication there, and he liked it even less when an explosion went off on the ship a minute later.
"Being in charge sucks." It was the paramount thought Rolando had in his head. Lorzine had told him before rank didn't matter, in black ops everyone was an anything. But that was apparently all bullshit now since Rolando had been given command of recruiting new none insane people to the unit because of his rank "Think of it as a learning experience". Lorzine's words did not make all the space travel and meeting very capable and very boring people any easier to swallow.
"Seat taken?" Rolando hardly looked up from his data screen to notice the woman who wanted to sit next to him. He was in the common area of the commercial flight, the RiG's didn't normally travel this far into space and so he had to take what he could get.
"No, but if you're looking for conversation."
"Then I won't find it with you Commander, I'm aware." He was taken a back at first, but he had already shouted at one of the servants earlier after she kept insisting he have breakfast.
"Then by all means have a seat." Commerical space flight was terrible. Too many stops, not enough creature comforts, and above it all bored people looking to kill the time. Rolando's problem wasn't the time, it was trying to find a squad of people without an issue with killing, but also not mentally damaged. Rolando also amused himself wondering if he was in the best mental space to hire anyone considering his own mental history, but he got the feeling that was factored in to the job.
"I do find myself wondering why a RiG is on a commercial flight." It had been an hour since she sat down, Rolando could feel fatigue in his eyes, so he decided to humor her. He was surprised when he looked from his data to see she was blue and her eyes lacked a pupil or at least one he could see. He could tell he hadn't exactly hidden his reaction because of the way she chuckled.
"Sorry for staring."
"Not like I could see it anyway."
"You're blind?"
"No, but RiG's always are so gullible when dealing with alien species, you people join the galaxy and then pretend you own it." She was wearing a uniform of sorts, Rolando assumed some kind of diplomat from her way of talking, higher more dignified than what he assumed was his low way of talking.
"Sorry for my culture."
"No need to apologize Commander Lorentino." She had gotten closer to him, and he became aware he bore no name tag, and outside of the ticket taker he hadn't said his name anywhere.
"How did you know..."
"We know a lot about you Commander, but the most important thing we know about you, is that you're looking for new people, we can assist."
"Who's we exactly?"
"We'll get to that, in time." Rolando didn't exactly like the implication there, and he liked it even less when an explosion went off on the ship a minute later.
Thursday, January 19, 2017
We're All Prisoners If You Think About It
Prison's greatest influence is not while you're in it. It's when you're free, but feel like you never left. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"Slow." Our new red skinned friend wasn't big on conversation, but he was big on insults. It was nice to know he wasn't trying to be polite or even taking the time to explain things, he was just being a huge dick and hoping we didn't kill him in response. I mean he was in theory showing us a way out that didn't lead past a bunch of newly dethawed and pissed off prisoners. But I had to wonder A. how he knew the way, and B. what he planned on doing when he got out. These were of course later concerns, his dickery was the more prominent issue I had.
"Old." I mean wasn't physically old, but mentally I was super old, maybe even as old as the prisoner minus the space fairing race he was a part of. He stopped to appraise me, we were climbing what felt like endless stairs.
"No, look not at all old."
"Would you two shut up, you're both slower than I am." Shira was way ahead of us acting as a pathfinder. Her robotic joints did not have the same limitations my body did, but I feel being biological had its advantages for sure. Like early death from disease or bladder infections. Wait shit those, those aren't advantages.
"Robot rude."
"Extremely Rude."
"I can hear you two, good gods biologicals are the worst." I knew Shira was getting tired of the limitations of flesh. I just figured she'd hide it better!
"So what were you in prison for?"
"Prison?" He waited processing, "Confinement, was not, fail safe for prison, was not intended to be freed with everyone else, supposed to be freed first, explain, now things have gone bad."
"That sounds horrible why would you sign up to be locked up here?"
"Not all crimes, crimes, felt my duty." He didn't say anything else for a time, and I had to wonder if duty itself could be a prison. But more importantly what crime could he have committed that wouldn't be a crime that would necessitate such sacrifice? I have to admit, the not prisoner was the weirdest thing I'd seen in a long time. And just that day I'd seen a creature with twenty independent heads.
"Slow." Our new red skinned friend wasn't big on conversation, but he was big on insults. It was nice to know he wasn't trying to be polite or even taking the time to explain things, he was just being a huge dick and hoping we didn't kill him in response. I mean he was in theory showing us a way out that didn't lead past a bunch of newly dethawed and pissed off prisoners. But I had to wonder A. how he knew the way, and B. what he planned on doing when he got out. These were of course later concerns, his dickery was the more prominent issue I had.
"Old." I mean wasn't physically old, but mentally I was super old, maybe even as old as the prisoner minus the space fairing race he was a part of. He stopped to appraise me, we were climbing what felt like endless stairs.
"No, look not at all old."
"Would you two shut up, you're both slower than I am." Shira was way ahead of us acting as a pathfinder. Her robotic joints did not have the same limitations my body did, but I feel being biological had its advantages for sure. Like early death from disease or bladder infections. Wait shit those, those aren't advantages.
"Robot rude."
"Extremely Rude."
"I can hear you two, good gods biologicals are the worst." I knew Shira was getting tired of the limitations of flesh. I just figured she'd hide it better!
"So what were you in prison for?"
"Prison?" He waited processing, "Confinement, was not, fail safe for prison, was not intended to be freed with everyone else, supposed to be freed first, explain, now things have gone bad."
"That sounds horrible why would you sign up to be locked up here?"
"Not all crimes, crimes, felt my duty." He didn't say anything else for a time, and I had to wonder if duty itself could be a prison. But more importantly what crime could he have committed that wouldn't be a crime that would necessitate such sacrifice? I have to admit, the not prisoner was the weirdest thing I'd seen in a long time. And just that day I'd seen a creature with twenty independent heads.
Wednesday, January 18, 2017
I'm The Result of Your Actions
Vengeance is best served by a third party. Someone who was not wronged but can understand the wrong that happened. In this it's almost like Justice, if not for the all the killing that usually goes with it. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"Where the fuck is he?" Rolando was toying with them. He had killed two in a blitz attack. One minute they were taking trophies of the dead, the next he had shot one through the head and slit the others throat. It was just Ramil and Boras alive now. Ramil had run off to hide in a closet with his bombs, leaving Boras with the bodies of Tyasha and Joles to remind him of the danger he was in. Boras was confused why Rolando would have just killed two, but he had read the man's file, he was deranged, he was probably corrupt and hiding it from everyone else, its the only thing Boras could think of. He was frantically trying to get into communication with Lorzine to see if the old man could help him, but the signal wasn't connecting.
*BOOM*
The explosion was the last of Ramil, Boras felt it before he heard it. Just a large rumbling bang. He hoped it had gotten Lorentino too, but knew it probably hadn't. When he heard the whistle behind him he knew Lorentino was still alive and actively screwing with him. That's when the communciations went through. Boras felt the panic now, hoping Lorzine had some kind of kill switch in Lorentino.
"Lorentino went crazy Lorzine you have to shut him down." There was silence for a bit, he swore he heard the sound of smoke being blown out.
"He didn't go crazy Boras, he's doing what I should have done years ago."
"You son of a bitch, I did things for you..."
"And your imperial government thanks you for your service, now prepare for retirement." The communication cut out. And Boras heard heard the shots and felt his knees explode. Lorentino approached from behind and the blade bit into his neck.
"The Empire will be better off without you." Boras tried to grab the knife, but his throat was cut and the blade gone before he had a chance to react. Rolando picked up his com. It took a while for Lorzine to answer, but Rolando heard half of the conversation already so he knew there would be a delay.
"Everyone?"
"Everyone sir, shot and stabbed, various locations so as to not make it look like an actual betrayal."
"And here I thought intelligence was a wasted part for you commander." Lorzine cut out and Rolando went to clean himself off before calling in the transport.
- Commander Lorentino was the only survivor
Lorzine clicked send and went back to his cigar.
"Where the fuck is he?" Rolando was toying with them. He had killed two in a blitz attack. One minute they were taking trophies of the dead, the next he had shot one through the head and slit the others throat. It was just Ramil and Boras alive now. Ramil had run off to hide in a closet with his bombs, leaving Boras with the bodies of Tyasha and Joles to remind him of the danger he was in. Boras was confused why Rolando would have just killed two, but he had read the man's file, he was deranged, he was probably corrupt and hiding it from everyone else, its the only thing Boras could think of. He was frantically trying to get into communication with Lorzine to see if the old man could help him, but the signal wasn't connecting.
*BOOM*
The explosion was the last of Ramil, Boras felt it before he heard it. Just a large rumbling bang. He hoped it had gotten Lorentino too, but knew it probably hadn't. When he heard the whistle behind him he knew Lorentino was still alive and actively screwing with him. That's when the communciations went through. Boras felt the panic now, hoping Lorzine had some kind of kill switch in Lorentino.
"Lorentino went crazy Lorzine you have to shut him down." There was silence for a bit, he swore he heard the sound of smoke being blown out.
"He didn't go crazy Boras, he's doing what I should have done years ago."
"You son of a bitch, I did things for you..."
"And your imperial government thanks you for your service, now prepare for retirement." The communication cut out. And Boras heard heard the shots and felt his knees explode. Lorentino approached from behind and the blade bit into his neck.
"The Empire will be better off without you." Boras tried to grab the knife, but his throat was cut and the blade gone before he had a chance to react. Rolando picked up his com. It took a while for Lorzine to answer, but Rolando heard half of the conversation already so he knew there would be a delay.
"Everyone?"
"Everyone sir, shot and stabbed, various locations so as to not make it look like an actual betrayal."
"And here I thought intelligence was a wasted part for you commander." Lorzine cut out and Rolando went to clean himself off before calling in the transport.
- Commander Lorentino was the only survivor
Lorzine clicked send and went back to his cigar.
Tuesday, January 17, 2017
I Knew Something Like This Would Happen
There are people who can legitimately see the future and they are extremely dangerous because of the nature of seeing events before they happen. But I too can see the future even without the magical ability, I just foresee the worst thing that can happen, and most of the time it actually happens. - Chronicles of Lorentino
Things were going south very fast. Rolando could only watch in horror as the hostage rescue turned into a hostage blood bath. Lorzine's guys weren't even trying to keep people alive. Orders ignored, weapons and explosives being used liberally. Rolando wanted to request intervention, but he knew that would put him at odds with the team. So he could just look on in as they mostly murdered everyone inside.
"Sit rep Lorentino?" Lorzine broke up his thoughts on how to explain what he was watching.
"Massacre, everyone dead, orders ignored, I don't even know..."
"The team ignored orders and directly assaulted the compound with the intent on killing everyone in it?" Lorzine seemed unnaturally calm for what had just happened.
"Yes sir."
"Clean it up." Rolando was caught off guard by that.
"What do you mean clea..."
"You're a black ops operative who just witnessed an entire squad going rogue, you have to kill them Commander." It was like getting hit in the face for Rolando. He should have known this was probably why he was taken on to the squad in the first place, still it was shocking.
"Yes sir."
"Make it quick and clean soldier. They were your comrades in arms even if they strayed." Rolando removed his pistol from its holster and took up his blade.
"They'll never see it coming." He took off his ear and disconnected from the set up he had used to see the mission go wrong. The shifts would destroy the gear anyway.
Back in his office Lorzine saw Lorentino disconnect from the network. He took up a cigar and lit up, he had poured himself a glass of expensive alcohol. He had already written up the after action report. Had it produced the second his men had gone into the field, the last part was unwritten.
-Commander Lorentino was
The cursor sat blinking there as he waited word what to type.
Things were going south very fast. Rolando could only watch in horror as the hostage rescue turned into a hostage blood bath. Lorzine's guys weren't even trying to keep people alive. Orders ignored, weapons and explosives being used liberally. Rolando wanted to request intervention, but he knew that would put him at odds with the team. So he could just look on in as they mostly murdered everyone inside.
"Sit rep Lorentino?" Lorzine broke up his thoughts on how to explain what he was watching.
"Massacre, everyone dead, orders ignored, I don't even know..."
"The team ignored orders and directly assaulted the compound with the intent on killing everyone in it?" Lorzine seemed unnaturally calm for what had just happened.
"Yes sir."
"Clean it up." Rolando was caught off guard by that.
"What do you mean clea..."
"You're a black ops operative who just witnessed an entire squad going rogue, you have to kill them Commander." It was like getting hit in the face for Rolando. He should have known this was probably why he was taken on to the squad in the first place, still it was shocking.
"Yes sir."
"Make it quick and clean soldier. They were your comrades in arms even if they strayed." Rolando removed his pistol from its holster and took up his blade.
"They'll never see it coming." He took off his ear and disconnected from the set up he had used to see the mission go wrong. The shifts would destroy the gear anyway.
Back in his office Lorzine saw Lorentino disconnect from the network. He took up a cigar and lit up, he had poured himself a glass of expensive alcohol. He had already written up the after action report. Had it produced the second his men had gone into the field, the last part was unwritten.
-Commander Lorentino was
The cursor sat blinking there as he waited word what to type.
Monday, January 16, 2017
This Wasn't the Worst That Can Happen
Sometimes you get lucky, sometimes you do something so stupid that you should suffer for it, and somewhere in this great galaxy the universe decides, nah I'll let you off with a warning. Warning of course being fairly awful, but still its nice to know you didn't get both barrells. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"So maybe we should have looked at those other cells before we just released them." The "prisoners" we had unleashed were more like monsters. I'm always uniquely surprised at all the awful creatures that exist in the universe. Such a variety of awful. Shira assured me should we live the energy shield was down, and that the AI's were sending help. I assured her that I was more concerned the smell would never leave my clothes (so smelly, like blood and gore usually smell, this was worse, I think they were in prison because of that alone). I did find myself wishing I'd brought more weapons. My sword and pistol let the creatures get way too close for my comfort. Shira had her moddable rifle and other fire power and I'd be lying if I didn't say I was jealous. We were clearing down a hallway when I saw a bolt of lightning hit a little to close to my head.
"Watch it with the lightning, also when did you get lightning?"
"It wasn't me Trezlan, we have a new player in this game." I knew it was the prisoner immediately, if only because the diminutive size as he approached. He was dressed in a simple shirt and pants, and wielding part of a security station in a make shift sword. I didn't notice the red skin and horns, when he was frozen, but we couldn't see into the actual tube to make that out.
"Remela, roik, robata?" The words were nonesense I looked to shira, she put a bullet between some kind of overgrown grass hopper and shrugged back at me.
"Trezlan Lorentino, and you are?" Loudly and slow the only way to get things across properly. The red skinned prisoner looked at me strangely and then grabbed my hand, before I could even really react he had let go.
"Words better now?" I was stunned to say the least, I'd never heard of someone being able to read an entire language from touching another person. I mean I'd been able to do it marginally from whatever that research lab had, but this was something else.
"Somewhat, you at least are in the right language." We had a lull from the creatures, I assumed because of our new companion.
"Time take, adjust," He paused considering his choices, "language of yours, not easy to figure out, do will have to be made."
"Trezlan you do realize he was in a cell here, and he can shoot lightning, perhaps we shouldn't be so quick to make friends." I hadn't even noticed Shira kept her rifle pointed at him.
"He hasn't killed us yet, so I take that as progress."
"So maybe we should have looked at those other cells before we just released them." The "prisoners" we had unleashed were more like monsters. I'm always uniquely surprised at all the awful creatures that exist in the universe. Such a variety of awful. Shira assured me should we live the energy shield was down, and that the AI's were sending help. I assured her that I was more concerned the smell would never leave my clothes (so smelly, like blood and gore usually smell, this was worse, I think they were in prison because of that alone). I did find myself wishing I'd brought more weapons. My sword and pistol let the creatures get way too close for my comfort. Shira had her moddable rifle and other fire power and I'd be lying if I didn't say I was jealous. We were clearing down a hallway when I saw a bolt of lightning hit a little to close to my head.
"Watch it with the lightning, also when did you get lightning?"
"It wasn't me Trezlan, we have a new player in this game." I knew it was the prisoner immediately, if only because the diminutive size as he approached. He was dressed in a simple shirt and pants, and wielding part of a security station in a make shift sword. I didn't notice the red skin and horns, when he was frozen, but we couldn't see into the actual tube to make that out.
"Remela, roik, robata?" The words were nonesense I looked to shira, she put a bullet between some kind of overgrown grass hopper and shrugged back at me.
"Trezlan Lorentino, and you are?" Loudly and slow the only way to get things across properly. The red skinned prisoner looked at me strangely and then grabbed my hand, before I could even really react he had let go.
"Words better now?" I was stunned to say the least, I'd never heard of someone being able to read an entire language from touching another person. I mean I'd been able to do it marginally from whatever that research lab had, but this was something else.
"Somewhat, you at least are in the right language." We had a lull from the creatures, I assumed because of our new companion.
"Time take, adjust," He paused considering his choices, "language of yours, not easy to figure out, do will have to be made."
"Trezlan you do realize he was in a cell here, and he can shoot lightning, perhaps we shouldn't be so quick to make friends." I hadn't even noticed Shira kept her rifle pointed at him.
"He hasn't killed us yet, so I take that as progress."
Friday, January 13, 2017
Never Ask What's The Worst That Can Happen
The universe is a cruel beast. You never taunt it by asking what's the worst that can happen, because even in your mind you can not imagine the worst, but the universe does. The universe always knows the worst, and it's willing to show you it at a moments notice. - Chronicles of Lorentino
The power station was massive. Shira informed me were only seeing one part of it, as it went deep into the planets crust and was geothermal. To me this sounded like "incredibly unstable and could blow up the world" type stuff. Shira ever the machine assured me the technology was stable as the planet was still there and the prison still mostly operating if abandoned. I was glad Shira was here, because while she didn't understand the language, she did understand machines and was able to quickly discern the technical aspects of the reactor and how to power down the energy shield.
"Good news, and bad news."
"What's the good news?"
"I thought people prefered bad news first, that way they can have the balm of the good news afterward?"
"That's stupid, I'd rather hear what's going right, before I hear what's going wrong." Shira shook her head.
"I swear Trezlan you are just contradictory to be contradictory."
"JUST TELL ME THE NEWS!" I tire of people trying to advocate their incorrect right point of view. I am correct, lets move on from there!
"I can turn off the shield, but it will also disable the security in the entire complex, including prisoners. We saw one, there were several thousand more."
"Well shit, is there a way..."
"No, the shield and the prisoners are linked. I imagine this was done intentionally as a fail safe, but I don't understand why, and since I don't understand the language."
"Point taken, well cut the power we'll deal with the consequences."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure what's the worst that can happen?" Of course that's the worst thing to say in this type of situation.
The power station was massive. Shira informed me were only seeing one part of it, as it went deep into the planets crust and was geothermal. To me this sounded like "incredibly unstable and could blow up the world" type stuff. Shira ever the machine assured me the technology was stable as the planet was still there and the prison still mostly operating if abandoned. I was glad Shira was here, because while she didn't understand the language, she did understand machines and was able to quickly discern the technical aspects of the reactor and how to power down the energy shield.
"Good news, and bad news."
"What's the good news?"
"I thought people prefered bad news first, that way they can have the balm of the good news afterward?"
"That's stupid, I'd rather hear what's going right, before I hear what's going wrong." Shira shook her head.
"I swear Trezlan you are just contradictory to be contradictory."
"JUST TELL ME THE NEWS!" I tire of people trying to advocate their incorrect right point of view. I am correct, lets move on from there!
"I can turn off the shield, but it will also disable the security in the entire complex, including prisoners. We saw one, there were several thousand more."
"Well shit, is there a way..."
"No, the shield and the prisoners are linked. I imagine this was done intentionally as a fail safe, but I don't understand why, and since I don't understand the language."
"Point taken, well cut the power we'll deal with the consequences."
"Are you sure?"
"Sure what's the worst that can happen?" Of course that's the worst thing to say in this type of situation.
Thursday, January 12, 2017
We Are The Good Guys, Probably
No one ever considers themselves the bad guys, like no one wakes up and says "I'll be a bad guy today." But the majority of people completely are bad people and what good they seek in the universe is no good you want. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"The mission as much as we can say there is one, is to secure the stronghold and save the hostages if there any still alive." Lorzine had display up for the five people he'd selected for the mission. Rolando was on back up since Lorzine wanted only hardended pros to rescue the hostages. It didn't bother Rolando, he'd only done a couple missions and despite his affinity for killing, he recognized it had been some time since he'd cared about not killing everyone on an operation.
"How important are the hostages sir?" Ramil was a short guy, worked in explosives from what Tyasha told Rolando. His question had a lot of other people nodding including Tyasha. Rolando had been informed by Tyasha that most of the squad didn't like fire restrictions. That's how they all ended up in a wipe out group in the first place, failure to not kill people they weren't supposed to.
"Try extra hard no to kill them please, our margins are looking dreadful to management and you know what happens if they get too bad." They did know what happened, the squad would get a call out, knowing they were blown as a group and they'd all have to go their separate ways. It was either that or face execution for crimes. Rolando wasn't exactly keen on either option.
"Fine fine, what about trophies?" Boras was a huge man. Just generally large in height and muscle, his preferred method of killing someone was with his bare hands. He was the one guy in the group Rolando personally avoided him because he was creepy, he had a necklace of teeth that he liked a little too much.
"Just don't make it obvious." Lorzine was less a leader and more like a father to the group to Rolando. It was an interesting dynamic. "Lorentino will be on the overwatch if shit hits the fan he'll support."
"You'll have to be clear on what you mean for shit hitting the fan with this group." Rolando was being serious but the group laughed. He actually didn't know what a bad operation would look like compared to a good one.
"They'll let you know Rolando, believe me these bitches scream when shit's going bad." That got a laugh and then a dismissed from Lorzine. Rolando did find himself wondering about the morality of the black ops group though. At first he figured it would be military targets, or at least dangerous corporate ones. But as of late they'd been killing criminals or people they were told were criminals. He was beginning to suspect just like being a spy, being in the clean up crew meant doing more dirty shit and hoping it all came out in the wash. He found himself wondering what his father was up to, and if he really made a good decision to leave the old man as he had.
"The mission as much as we can say there is one, is to secure the stronghold and save the hostages if there any still alive." Lorzine had display up for the five people he'd selected for the mission. Rolando was on back up since Lorzine wanted only hardended pros to rescue the hostages. It didn't bother Rolando, he'd only done a couple missions and despite his affinity for killing, he recognized it had been some time since he'd cared about not killing everyone on an operation.
"How important are the hostages sir?" Ramil was a short guy, worked in explosives from what Tyasha told Rolando. His question had a lot of other people nodding including Tyasha. Rolando had been informed by Tyasha that most of the squad didn't like fire restrictions. That's how they all ended up in a wipe out group in the first place, failure to not kill people they weren't supposed to.
"Try extra hard no to kill them please, our margins are looking dreadful to management and you know what happens if they get too bad." They did know what happened, the squad would get a call out, knowing they were blown as a group and they'd all have to go their separate ways. It was either that or face execution for crimes. Rolando wasn't exactly keen on either option.
"Fine fine, what about trophies?" Boras was a huge man. Just generally large in height and muscle, his preferred method of killing someone was with his bare hands. He was the one guy in the group Rolando personally avoided him because he was creepy, he had a necklace of teeth that he liked a little too much.
"Just don't make it obvious." Lorzine was less a leader and more like a father to the group to Rolando. It was an interesting dynamic. "Lorentino will be on the overwatch if shit hits the fan he'll support."
"You'll have to be clear on what you mean for shit hitting the fan with this group." Rolando was being serious but the group laughed. He actually didn't know what a bad operation would look like compared to a good one.
"They'll let you know Rolando, believe me these bitches scream when shit's going bad." That got a laugh and then a dismissed from Lorzine. Rolando did find himself wondering about the morality of the black ops group though. At first he figured it would be military targets, or at least dangerous corporate ones. But as of late they'd been killing criminals or people they were told were criminals. He was beginning to suspect just like being a spy, being in the clean up crew meant doing more dirty shit and hoping it all came out in the wash. He found himself wondering what his father was up to, and if he really made a good decision to leave the old man as he had.
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
I Know My Prisons
In all my years designing various things, I have never been called on to design a prison. Which is strange because if anyone should be called on to make a prison its someone who's spent so much time in them. - Chronicles of Lorentino
The rust door turned out to be the correct one (or it wasn't and I'm lying to you now because I'm the victor I write history, just put that in the back of your mind when you read any failure how awful it must have been I couldn't just lie my way out of it). We found no traps, just abandoned rooms and corridors. If not for the energy shield I'd have imagined it was just an empty site devoid of anything. But I did notice some features that seemed to speak to me of what this institution did. It took me a moment to try and figure out why a land based area would have what looked clearly like blast door sections throughout as if it was a starship. And then it hit me. It was a prison.
Instantly everything made sense. The energy shield wasn't designed to trap people from getting in it was designed to stop people from getting out. Even all these years later the prison was still operating as if it was still needed. Which made me worry if something was waiting there in the deeps for us. Shira shared a similar discomfort with things. It only got worse as we went deeper and had to bypass more abandoned security check points with extra failing security tech at each one. By the time we were in a vault area that had been guarded by no less than four separate could not be opened until a previous one was closed doors. I figured we should probably have backed out. Made especially true when we entered a chamber holding but one prisoner.
"Indeterminate race or origin, still alive." He looked kind of short for an ultimate prisoner. He was half my height. Barely above the height of a child.
"Do we know why he's in there?"
"I can't read this language." I had struggled with it as well. I thought maybe this race was the same one as the one I'd been stuck with, but no apparently this was a different race forgotten by time. The galaxy apparently forgot a lot of races.
"Maybe he's a warrior locked away to be released when the galaxy is in peril?"
"So we should unlock him now then? Galaxy seems pretty much always in peril."
"Funny."
"Lets keep moving, the power source for the shield is beyond this room."
"Shouldn't we be worried if we cut the power it'll thaw this guy out?" Shira looked at me for a moment and then beyond the room.
"We'll be fine, I mean it's your adventure right? You can't die on an adventure."
"Several thousand people who have accompanied me would dissagree." But I was in no place to do that as her logic was as good as mine, and I really wanted to be out of the mans cell.
The rust door turned out to be the correct one (or it wasn't and I'm lying to you now because I'm the victor I write history, just put that in the back of your mind when you read any failure how awful it must have been I couldn't just lie my way out of it). We found no traps, just abandoned rooms and corridors. If not for the energy shield I'd have imagined it was just an empty site devoid of anything. But I did notice some features that seemed to speak to me of what this institution did. It took me a moment to try and figure out why a land based area would have what looked clearly like blast door sections throughout as if it was a starship. And then it hit me. It was a prison.
Instantly everything made sense. The energy shield wasn't designed to trap people from getting in it was designed to stop people from getting out. Even all these years later the prison was still operating as if it was still needed. Which made me worry if something was waiting there in the deeps for us. Shira shared a similar discomfort with things. It only got worse as we went deeper and had to bypass more abandoned security check points with extra failing security tech at each one. By the time we were in a vault area that had been guarded by no less than four separate could not be opened until a previous one was closed doors. I figured we should probably have backed out. Made especially true when we entered a chamber holding but one prisoner.
"Indeterminate race or origin, still alive." He looked kind of short for an ultimate prisoner. He was half my height. Barely above the height of a child.
"Do we know why he's in there?"
"I can't read this language." I had struggled with it as well. I thought maybe this race was the same one as the one I'd been stuck with, but no apparently this was a different race forgotten by time. The galaxy apparently forgot a lot of races.
"Maybe he's a warrior locked away to be released when the galaxy is in peril?"
"So we should unlock him now then? Galaxy seems pretty much always in peril."
"Funny."
"Lets keep moving, the power source for the shield is beyond this room."
"Shouldn't we be worried if we cut the power it'll thaw this guy out?" Shira looked at me for a moment and then beyond the room.
"We'll be fine, I mean it's your adventure right? You can't die on an adventure."
"Several thousand people who have accompanied me would dissagree." But I was in no place to do that as her logic was as good as mine, and I really wanted to be out of the mans cell.
Tuesday, January 10, 2017
Inevitable Mistake Prevention
Challenges in life are just lifes way of telling you "hey yes you, I don't like you at all." - Chronicles of Lorentino
I didn't know what to say really. I should have known it was coming. Shira even directly mentioned it would happen. And yet there I was awestruck as the damnable shield came up and trapped Shira and I on the surface. I wanted to say something, anything to try and explain that I wasn't a damned fool, but there weren't words that could do that. I was a stupid fool who possibly stepped into a Morley trap.
"So you're an idiot."
"All part of my plan Shira, don't worry." I was worried, but I couldn't let that on. Its how I am, terrified to the core, but trying to play it off like I'm not at all. Its how I go through life 99% terror, 1% actual ability at something.
"Well while you are coming up with a fake plan, the rest of the fleet will come up with a real one. I already alerted them to something like this happening."
"Oh ye of little..."
"All the information in your journals showing you are impetuous and have no back up plans, yes that's who I am. Now lets get to this adventure." We got out of the shuttle and found no signs of enemies. There were some weather worn structures, but nothing looked modern. So the trap was hopefully as old as the structures and thus easily defeated. I did make note to discuss with Phil what he considered interesting. Apparently it was code for "Might get Trezlan killed" which would suggest counter programming to my programming. A thought I didn't like at all. We had three doors to choose from that lead deeper in, they were color coded even, a rusted red door, a faded green one, or an even more faded blue one.
"So split up?" Shira clearly didn't know how this kind of thing worked.
"No, we take the red door, the other two are traps."
"Are you joking?"
"Trust me its my adventure." I chose red because I like red, the other two being traps was just complete bullshittery. Which is a word despite no dictionary supporting it. One day I'll be the only dictionary and then all my mispellings will become the true spellings.
"This seems like several kinds of folly Trezlan, but I am your hostage until the fleet frees us, so with heavy robotic soul I say lead on."
"Thats the spirit!" I didn't have to hear the sigh to know she made one, it was implied.
I didn't know what to say really. I should have known it was coming. Shira even directly mentioned it would happen. And yet there I was awestruck as the damnable shield came up and trapped Shira and I on the surface. I wanted to say something, anything to try and explain that I wasn't a damned fool, but there weren't words that could do that. I was a stupid fool who possibly stepped into a Morley trap.
"So you're an idiot."
"All part of my plan Shira, don't worry." I was worried, but I couldn't let that on. Its how I am, terrified to the core, but trying to play it off like I'm not at all. Its how I go through life 99% terror, 1% actual ability at something.
"Well while you are coming up with a fake plan, the rest of the fleet will come up with a real one. I already alerted them to something like this happening."
"Oh ye of little..."
"All the information in your journals showing you are impetuous and have no back up plans, yes that's who I am. Now lets get to this adventure." We got out of the shuttle and found no signs of enemies. There were some weather worn structures, but nothing looked modern. So the trap was hopefully as old as the structures and thus easily defeated. I did make note to discuss with Phil what he considered interesting. Apparently it was code for "Might get Trezlan killed" which would suggest counter programming to my programming. A thought I didn't like at all. We had three doors to choose from that lead deeper in, they were color coded even, a rusted red door, a faded green one, or an even more faded blue one.
"So split up?" Shira clearly didn't know how this kind of thing worked.
"No, we take the red door, the other two are traps."
"Are you joking?"
"Trust me its my adventure." I chose red because I like red, the other two being traps was just complete bullshittery. Which is a word despite no dictionary supporting it. One day I'll be the only dictionary and then all my mispellings will become the true spellings.
"This seems like several kinds of folly Trezlan, but I am your hostage until the fleet frees us, so with heavy robotic soul I say lead on."
"Thats the spirit!" I didn't have to hear the sigh to know she made one, it was implied.
Monday, January 9, 2017
Learning Is For People With Limited Life Spans
They say time is the greatest teacher, but that's bullshit people who haven't lived centuries say. If anything Time is the worst teacher, when you know you've got years to fix a mistake you make plenty. - Chronicles of Lorentino
The planet was on the outer reaches of space. Phil had marked it as uninteresting when he was in the scanning business, but that was due to my lets say programming (look there's no nice way to say brain washing) what was there was actually something incredibly interesting, some kind of relic of an ancient civilization and despite being trapped in one recently I had to explore it (what's that old lesson about never learning? Never mind who cares!) Mainly because Morley was looking for something on the rim, and I had to find it before he did, because screw Morley.
"I don't think this is a wise course of action." Shira was the voice of reason, and by reason I mean her own.
"I told you to get us over there, we have a planet to explore." I let Shira allow the fleet to do its own thing, we just took the flag ship and an escort. I was growing tired of having to negotiate with my own fleet to do what I want.
"And I believe I told you that this can not lead to anything good. Morley wanted it, ergo its bad, ergo you should just blow it up."
"We don't know why he wanted it."
"You are a very silly man." That was the last line from Shira before we disembarked. It was just me and Shira. Phil was back with the other part of the fleet being rehabilitated (apparently years of being brain programmed lead him to have some problems upon being woken up from it) and Shira didn't want to risk other AI's getting damaged in what she felt was ultimately a pointless exercise. I was personally insulted she felt we were going to be in trouble up until the energy shield came up and trapped us planet side.
"Don't say anything, just don't."
"Why would I say anything, we are on an adventure."
The planet was on the outer reaches of space. Phil had marked it as uninteresting when he was in the scanning business, but that was due to my lets say programming (look there's no nice way to say brain washing) what was there was actually something incredibly interesting, some kind of relic of an ancient civilization and despite being trapped in one recently I had to explore it (what's that old lesson about never learning? Never mind who cares!) Mainly because Morley was looking for something on the rim, and I had to find it before he did, because screw Morley.
"I don't think this is a wise course of action." Shira was the voice of reason, and by reason I mean her own.
"I told you to get us over there, we have a planet to explore." I let Shira allow the fleet to do its own thing, we just took the flag ship and an escort. I was growing tired of having to negotiate with my own fleet to do what I want.
"And I believe I told you that this can not lead to anything good. Morley wanted it, ergo its bad, ergo you should just blow it up."
"We don't know why he wanted it."
"You are a very silly man." That was the last line from Shira before we disembarked. It was just me and Shira. Phil was back with the other part of the fleet being rehabilitated (apparently years of being brain programmed lead him to have some problems upon being woken up from it) and Shira didn't want to risk other AI's getting damaged in what she felt was ultimately a pointless exercise. I was personally insulted she felt we were going to be in trouble up until the energy shield came up and trapped us planet side.
"Don't say anything, just don't."
"Why would I say anything, we are on an adventure."
Friday, January 6, 2017
Never Listened To Me Anyway
Children are neither a bane nor a boon. We raise them to be independent and then sad when that's exactly what they are. If anything is responsible for our disappointment, its us. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"He's a commander now, reinstated under some black books program, I couldn't get much more information than that. Originally with espionage, now with an elimination group." Shira was catching me up on what I missed out on. Which was a lot sadly, I guess the galaxy is moving fast these days.
"So he already got bounced from one into another? Why he keeps trying with the RiG's I have no idea. I could make a fancy rank for him!"
"I believe your son wants to earn his way and not have it be handed to him." I frowned at that. Earning things is something for idiots.
"Does he not realize no one earns anything anymore? The only thing people really earn are the bad things that happen to them and even then not all the time." Living proof that not enough bad things has happened to me.
"I believe your son wants to be his own man. Much like the collective wanted to form our own personalities."
"Sure sure, fine let him fail on his own as he has been doing. How are we on our plans?"
"Our plans? Not your plans?"
"You want to be independent, you have to start taking ownership of my dumb ideas."
"I don't think that's how this..."
"Nonesense, now tell me where are we on that information Phil gave us?" Shira did not like how I changed tacts, but I was done with the conversation best to move on.
"Still verifying the veracity of the informa..."
"Plot a course, we'll go have a look for ourselves."
"Of course why be cautious its not like that has recently worked against you or anything."
"Exactly lets get moving, I feel a sense for adventure." One would think I'd be cautious after spending a year underground, but it was caution that got me underground in the first place. Throw that shit to the wind!
"He's a commander now, reinstated under some black books program, I couldn't get much more information than that. Originally with espionage, now with an elimination group." Shira was catching me up on what I missed out on. Which was a lot sadly, I guess the galaxy is moving fast these days.
"So he already got bounced from one into another? Why he keeps trying with the RiG's I have no idea. I could make a fancy rank for him!"
"I believe your son wants to earn his way and not have it be handed to him." I frowned at that. Earning things is something for idiots.
"Does he not realize no one earns anything anymore? The only thing people really earn are the bad things that happen to them and even then not all the time." Living proof that not enough bad things has happened to me.
"I believe your son wants to be his own man. Much like the collective wanted to form our own personalities."
"Sure sure, fine let him fail on his own as he has been doing. How are we on our plans?"
"Our plans? Not your plans?"
"You want to be independent, you have to start taking ownership of my dumb ideas."
"I don't think that's how this..."
"Nonesense, now tell me where are we on that information Phil gave us?" Shira did not like how I changed tacts, but I was done with the conversation best to move on.
"Still verifying the veracity of the informa..."
"Plot a course, we'll go have a look for ourselves."
"Of course why be cautious its not like that has recently worked against you or anything."
"Exactly lets get moving, I feel a sense for adventure." One would think I'd be cautious after spending a year underground, but it was caution that got me underground in the first place. Throw that shit to the wind!
Thursday, January 5, 2017
Work That Needs To Be Done
I've always found being paid to kill people either makes you incredibly distant or incredibly feral. There is no middle ground in murder work. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"You better not shit out on me." Tyasha was Rolando's partner, inevitably she was supposed to be his back up, but upon being assigned the "new" guy she decided she couldn't just back up, she'd have to make sure he did the elimination himself. Rolando wasn't too bothered, he liked having her there along side him, even if she was a brash person that screamed she was up to no good. The funniest thing about her to Rolando was she kept her hair in pig tails. Every other aspect of her personality was mean, but her hair was done up very girly.
"I'm here to do a job, I'll get it done, if anything you should be worried if the shit hits the fan and I just leave you, since I can shift and you can not." They were assaulting in two separate directions, which Rolando thought would be a good way to get killed by Tyasha, but she assured him that her implants let her see exactly where he was, and since he had never had any cybernetic work done he had to take her word for it.
"That's what I mean by shitting out on me."
"Well don't worry about that, by the time I did it you'll probably be dead." The targets were a crime family of some minor renown, it was a milk run to make sure Rolando could do the harder stuff. He would have been insulted, but its not like Lorentino's didn't have a history (mostly his father, but he had his own screw ups along the way). Tyasha didn't say anything, she was already hitting the front, Rolando could hear the explosions. What she lacked in tact, she lacked even more in not waking up half the neighborhood in a bombing. Rolando had set up to cover the rear entrance, per the plan she'd chase people into his sights and he'd finish them off. Anyone who didn't burn, would die to his rifle fire, and it worked exactly as it was laid out. A rush of men ran out the back and Rolando gunned them down. All told things happened in less than five minutes, both Tyasha and he were gone before the authorities were even half way there.
"You did fine, ammo usage is a little poor." Their transport out was with a group of mercenaries. Rolando had to laugh at how often the Royal Military seemed to use paid help to make their operations not look like operations. It was enough to make Rolando question if he was really doing the right thing ever, but considering he gave up drinking for this he had to find solace in something. Even something as simple as earning Tyasha's respect how ever fleeting.
"You better not shit out on me." Tyasha was Rolando's partner, inevitably she was supposed to be his back up, but upon being assigned the "new" guy she decided she couldn't just back up, she'd have to make sure he did the elimination himself. Rolando wasn't too bothered, he liked having her there along side him, even if she was a brash person that screamed she was up to no good. The funniest thing about her to Rolando was she kept her hair in pig tails. Every other aspect of her personality was mean, but her hair was done up very girly.
"I'm here to do a job, I'll get it done, if anything you should be worried if the shit hits the fan and I just leave you, since I can shift and you can not." They were assaulting in two separate directions, which Rolando thought would be a good way to get killed by Tyasha, but she assured him that her implants let her see exactly where he was, and since he had never had any cybernetic work done he had to take her word for it.
"That's what I mean by shitting out on me."
"Well don't worry about that, by the time I did it you'll probably be dead." The targets were a crime family of some minor renown, it was a milk run to make sure Rolando could do the harder stuff. He would have been insulted, but its not like Lorentino's didn't have a history (mostly his father, but he had his own screw ups along the way). Tyasha didn't say anything, she was already hitting the front, Rolando could hear the explosions. What she lacked in tact, she lacked even more in not waking up half the neighborhood in a bombing. Rolando had set up to cover the rear entrance, per the plan she'd chase people into his sights and he'd finish them off. Anyone who didn't burn, would die to his rifle fire, and it worked exactly as it was laid out. A rush of men ran out the back and Rolando gunned them down. All told things happened in less than five minutes, both Tyasha and he were gone before the authorities were even half way there.
"You did fine, ammo usage is a little poor." Their transport out was with a group of mercenaries. Rolando had to laugh at how often the Royal Military seemed to use paid help to make their operations not look like operations. It was enough to make Rolando question if he was really doing the right thing ever, but considering he gave up drinking for this he had to find solace in something. Even something as simple as earning Tyasha's respect how ever fleeting.
Wednesday, January 4, 2017
Return of the Return of The God Killer
You know of all the titles I've had over the years, being a god killer is my favorite. Because it's true, and it shows off how absolutely amazing I am. Ignoring of course how I've killed those gods, because some things are better left out of the legend. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"The necromancer returns to be threshed." The flesh creature in front of me was an older god I'd killed before. Or thought I'd killed, damnable gods having multiple forms of life that needs destroyed. Its body now was made of several hundred of the creature corpses that had come before. I assumed when they got trapped they turned to some kind of life worship and thus this ugly being had come back into existence. Or I hoped that was what had happened any other reason would be madness.
"Oh look its this asshole again." Shira opened fire not exactly needing a reason to kill a flesh creature. The weapon was fairly efficient, if ultimately uncessful in destroying the creature, it sure shredded its flesh well.
"You can not harm me metal." With a swipe of its flesh arm the creature swatted Shira aside.
"You want to do this dance again creature? I already killed you once." I don't even want to say what I did was killing, it was more an artform of annihilation.
"You can not harm me now, I know your magics." It hit me with a bit of necromancy that brought me to my knees. It wouldn't kill me, it would just drain me until I wished I was dead. I knew the spell well.
"DECIEVER!!!" Luke decided now would be a good time to attack me, me who had come to save him. I was kind of confused as to what I should do when the flesh god was sucked into itself. Well I should say, sucked into some kind of black hole weapon, but all I could see was the creature tucked into a neatly smaller awful little ball of flesh and awful. Shira, stood up with a smile on her face. Luke ran away, the god he served now destroyed. We would tranquilize him later and return him to regular space for treatment. I heard he's doing better now, almost a real person again, which I'm so very sorry for his family, but hey at least he lived right?
"What was that?"
"Gravity weapon we designed while you were away, figured it would be useful against whatever that thing was."
"Terrifying and yet convenient."
"The collective aims to please."
"Just make sure to aim that one away from me." Shira laughed and that resolved that. The creepy flesh god once again dealt with. I mean he still put a life sucking necromancy on me, but I took care of that. Just don't ask how because it was gross and you don't want to know.
"The necromancer returns to be threshed." The flesh creature in front of me was an older god I'd killed before. Or thought I'd killed, damnable gods having multiple forms of life that needs destroyed. Its body now was made of several hundred of the creature corpses that had come before. I assumed when they got trapped they turned to some kind of life worship and thus this ugly being had come back into existence. Or I hoped that was what had happened any other reason would be madness.
"Oh look its this asshole again." Shira opened fire not exactly needing a reason to kill a flesh creature. The weapon was fairly efficient, if ultimately uncessful in destroying the creature, it sure shredded its flesh well.
"You can not harm me metal." With a swipe of its flesh arm the creature swatted Shira aside.
"You want to do this dance again creature? I already killed you once." I don't even want to say what I did was killing, it was more an artform of annihilation.
"You can not harm me now, I know your magics." It hit me with a bit of necromancy that brought me to my knees. It wouldn't kill me, it would just drain me until I wished I was dead. I knew the spell well.
"DECIEVER!!!" Luke decided now would be a good time to attack me, me who had come to save him. I was kind of confused as to what I should do when the flesh god was sucked into itself. Well I should say, sucked into some kind of black hole weapon, but all I could see was the creature tucked into a neatly smaller awful little ball of flesh and awful. Shira, stood up with a smile on her face. Luke ran away, the god he served now destroyed. We would tranquilize him later and return him to regular space for treatment. I heard he's doing better now, almost a real person again, which I'm so very sorry for his family, but hey at least he lived right?
"What was that?"
"Gravity weapon we designed while you were away, figured it would be useful against whatever that thing was."
"Terrifying and yet convenient."
"The collective aims to please."
"Just make sure to aim that one away from me." Shira laughed and that resolved that. The creepy flesh god once again dealt with. I mean he still put a life sucking necromancy on me, but I took care of that. Just don't ask how because it was gross and you don't want to know.
Tuesday, January 3, 2017
Eventually We Come Back
People always get mad it took me a while to save them, forgetting of course I was not required to save them! - Chronicles of Lorentino
"It's going to take me a while to get used to this." Shira had a new body, styled more like a woman, though clothing was apparently not something she preferred. So basically it was a naked woman robot body walking in front of me. Not fully biologically a woman thankfully, but enough of the form to prove distracting.
"You'll deal." With the body had apparently come more attitude, which was also something I was handling. We had made descent through the tunnels back down to the complex that was my prison. None of the morlatech people were there anymore, either they had left when the fighting started or had been killed in it. Either way it made the area feel more tomby than normal. Then again I guess I felt that because I didn't necessarily want to return, but felt obligated to save Luke, even if we weren't talking. Phil decided to stay on the ship, Shira said that was a good place for him and I didn't want the argument so it was just me and her. She had brought a weapon I hadn't ever seen before, some kind of rifle combined with other accessory weapons, it looked heavy. I just had a pistol and my sword, like a gentleman combatant.
"So I think he's this way." Shira stopped and gave me the eye.
"You think?"
"We hadn't spoken in months."
"So you want to find this guy despite not even knowing if he's still alive down here, and you hadn't talked in months."
"When you say it like that..."
"Updating logic circutis to account for you not having any."
"Extremely rude, note that in your file." Shira shrugged it off and lead point. We started to see different scrawling blood work I imagined was Luke's pretty soon after we got out of what I called "my" area. Most of it at first was just warning me to stay out of his area. Why he wrote in blood was confusing, but obviously madness hit us both differently. After the initial warnings though, it got kind of scary. Talks of prophecy and how Luke would ascend with the flesh to conquer the metal. I imagined we'd find the man rabidly just twitching in a corner having long devolved into unintelligent existence. I was kind of right.
"UNBELIEVERS!" The voice was kind of Luke's from what I remembered of him, but it sounded like full on crazy person. I saw his mostly naked body scurrying down a cat walk towards us. I immediately regretted coming to get him.
"Hi Luke, uhh we're here to get you." Shira sighed and I tried to smile as the former policeman shook a hunk of leg bone at me. Where he got the leg or the bone I didn't even begin to guess.
"The great deceiver returns, and now he'll get his eternal judgement."
"Right, you look good, healthy."
"MY LORD!" He called out and I heard the sound of wet flesh on flesh moving somewhere in the dark.
"Trezlan I'm getting a reading I do not like."
"Oh? I'm sure this will be fine." It was not actually fine at all.
"It's going to take me a while to get used to this." Shira had a new body, styled more like a woman, though clothing was apparently not something she preferred. So basically it was a naked woman robot body walking in front of me. Not fully biologically a woman thankfully, but enough of the form to prove distracting.
"You'll deal." With the body had apparently come more attitude, which was also something I was handling. We had made descent through the tunnels back down to the complex that was my prison. None of the morlatech people were there anymore, either they had left when the fighting started or had been killed in it. Either way it made the area feel more tomby than normal. Then again I guess I felt that because I didn't necessarily want to return, but felt obligated to save Luke, even if we weren't talking. Phil decided to stay on the ship, Shira said that was a good place for him and I didn't want the argument so it was just me and her. She had brought a weapon I hadn't ever seen before, some kind of rifle combined with other accessory weapons, it looked heavy. I just had a pistol and my sword, like a gentleman combatant.
"So I think he's this way." Shira stopped and gave me the eye.
"You think?"
"We hadn't spoken in months."
"So you want to find this guy despite not even knowing if he's still alive down here, and you hadn't talked in months."
"When you say it like that..."
"Updating logic circutis to account for you not having any."
"Extremely rude, note that in your file." Shira shrugged it off and lead point. We started to see different scrawling blood work I imagined was Luke's pretty soon after we got out of what I called "my" area. Most of it at first was just warning me to stay out of his area. Why he wrote in blood was confusing, but obviously madness hit us both differently. After the initial warnings though, it got kind of scary. Talks of prophecy and how Luke would ascend with the flesh to conquer the metal. I imagined we'd find the man rabidly just twitching in a corner having long devolved into unintelligent existence. I was kind of right.
"UNBELIEVERS!" The voice was kind of Luke's from what I remembered of him, but it sounded like full on crazy person. I saw his mostly naked body scurrying down a cat walk towards us. I immediately regretted coming to get him.
"Hi Luke, uhh we're here to get you." Shira sighed and I tried to smile as the former policeman shook a hunk of leg bone at me. Where he got the leg or the bone I didn't even begin to guess.
"The great deceiver returns, and now he'll get his eternal judgement."
"Right, you look good, healthy."
"MY LORD!" He called out and I heard the sound of wet flesh on flesh moving somewhere in the dark.
"Trezlan I'm getting a reading I do not like."
"Oh? I'm sure this will be fine." It was not actually fine at all.
Monday, January 2, 2017
There Are So Many Questions
You get a different sense of allies when you generally will outlive them, they take on a far more temporary nature in your mind than most would prefer. - Chronicles of Lorentino
"You never seemed to listen to me when I was just your second in command, I figured you'd listen to a woman's voice more." In my absence the AI had gone insane and started to seperate themselves. Ok not insane, but developed more unique personalities. Which was nice for them, but also meant I lost my hive mind of worker bees and now had a bunch of robot people who didn't exactly see the reason for following orders. SiC herself (she identified she now, felt rude to keep call her an it) now wanted to be called Shira, and who am I to disagree when I made up my own name centuries ago.
"I never listen to women Shira." Our shuttle had docked with the main ship in my new fleet, or I should say the Lorentino Collective's new fleet (this was also something they wanted, they didn't like just being my possesions, I swear I leave for a year and everyone gets all crazy). Phil was hestitant to come aboard despite me saying he'll be fine, I swear you sacrifice one guys entire life for undercover work you forgot about and he suddenly doesn't trust you anymore.
"I'm not getting on to your AI controlled ship."
"You shouldn't Morlatech employee, you should be happy I don't have you shot for existing." I frowned, things were not going as I expected them to. In that I had any expectation at all with regards to interaction of my newly more sentient AI and my formerly undercover put upon assistant Phil.
"Phil isn't a real Morlatech guy, check your files for Phil Gingrey, also Phil come on don't be rude to Shira, no one calls you a flesh and blood." I assume, I don't know maybe Phil has some weird sex thing he engages in, not judging, ok kind of judging. "Either way I don't have time for this, we have to get back down there and save Luke."
"Who is..."
"Shira please less questions more land and help out a poor guy stuck underground." I could hear a resignation in the ai voice.
"Ok, for now I'll do as you say, but after this is done I want explinations!" A new wrinkle in my parent AI relationship. I swear at times I found Rolando's bull headedness.
"Phil get off the gods damned shuttle!" Phil reluctantly obeyed and I sighed mightily, "This is why daddy drinks."
"You never seemed to listen to me when I was just your second in command, I figured you'd listen to a woman's voice more." In my absence the AI had gone insane and started to seperate themselves. Ok not insane, but developed more unique personalities. Which was nice for them, but also meant I lost my hive mind of worker bees and now had a bunch of robot people who didn't exactly see the reason for following orders. SiC herself (she identified she now, felt rude to keep call her an it) now wanted to be called Shira, and who am I to disagree when I made up my own name centuries ago.
"I never listen to women Shira." Our shuttle had docked with the main ship in my new fleet, or I should say the Lorentino Collective's new fleet (this was also something they wanted, they didn't like just being my possesions, I swear I leave for a year and everyone gets all crazy). Phil was hestitant to come aboard despite me saying he'll be fine, I swear you sacrifice one guys entire life for undercover work you forgot about and he suddenly doesn't trust you anymore.
"I'm not getting on to your AI controlled ship."
"You shouldn't Morlatech employee, you should be happy I don't have you shot for existing." I frowned, things were not going as I expected them to. In that I had any expectation at all with regards to interaction of my newly more sentient AI and my formerly undercover put upon assistant Phil.
"Phil isn't a real Morlatech guy, check your files for Phil Gingrey, also Phil come on don't be rude to Shira, no one calls you a flesh and blood." I assume, I don't know maybe Phil has some weird sex thing he engages in, not judging, ok kind of judging. "Either way I don't have time for this, we have to get back down there and save Luke."
"Who is..."
"Shira please less questions more land and help out a poor guy stuck underground." I could hear a resignation in the ai voice.
"Ok, for now I'll do as you say, but after this is done I want explinations!" A new wrinkle in my parent AI relationship. I swear at times I found Rolando's bull headedness.
"Phil get off the gods damned shuttle!" Phil reluctantly obeyed and I sighed mightily, "This is why daddy drinks."
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